I do not fear the dark, for I am the dark. . . I am every fleeting shadow. . . Every waking nightmare. . . The chill that races and the fear that follows. . . I am what makes it hard to swallow. . . Why you cannot sleep on certain nights or walk alone down dark desolate roads. . . I'm the rain caught in the bright flash of headlights. . . Every little whisper, every little sigh, every little sound you hear is me and I am all that you feel, fear, lust, love, hate, and want. . . I am madness. . . I am chaos. . . I am all that's left standing. . . I am Death incarnate and the darkness becomes me. . . Crowns me like royalty